I Remember Manners, That's When

I Tend To Be So Lost In The Work That I Don't Notice The Weather. My Partner Will Come Home And Say, 'beautiful Day, Wasn't It?' And I'll Say, 'was It?' As I Won't Have Noticed The Real World At All.

I Think I Know What It's Like To Have A Family That The Outside World Sees As Peculiar Or Lacking.

I Wrote The Novel [room], And Then I Thought, "this Could Work On Film, And I Want To Be The One To Do It." So I Went Ahead And Drafted It.

It's Painful To Consider Anything But Writing.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.